Nanqin Chapter 40: Little master is a madman

　　 There are many students on the roadside, and some stopped and whispered to each other.

　　 There are also students from well-worn families who were sent by the carriage at home, and they walked on the side road. It can be said that this spacious road can be paralleled by four carriages.

　　 But, at this time, this luxurious carriage, the little servant who drives the carriage, is dressed much better than ordinary people, which shows that the owner of this carriage is more noble.

　　 After all, although the chariot is the servant, but walking outside is the face of the mansion.

　　 The words of monk Heming made the boy who came up in the carriage extremely upset. The boy said: "Presumptuous! My Huang Ting carriage goes wherever it likes to go, and wherever it is your turn to be a fake monk to talk about it!"

　　, there was a lot of discussion after listening.

　　 "So he is Huang Ting."

　　 "It's over, this fake monk is going to be unlucky."

　　"Who is Huang Ting?"

　　"You don't even know Huang Ting?" Someone was surprised, and then explained: "This Huang Ting is a family, but it is not comparable to our school. It is said that his father Xuan Yilang is the court magistrate."

　　 The surrounding discussions were ups and downs, and they were all stopped by Zhang Nanqin and Qin Ruoan in their ears. The two brothers suddenly looked at each other at this moment, and there was an unknown smile on the corners of their mouths.

　　 Hearing the people on the side talking about his identity, Huang Ting's face was still smiling and smug.

　　 Seeing this expression, Zhang Nanqin murmured softly: "Idiot."

　　 Qin Ruoan said: "Even though Xuan Yilang has a lower-ranking official position from the seventh rank, he is also a court official. Although he has a false position, in the eyes of the people, an official is an official and can always kill people."

　　 said this sentence indifferently, but others don't know how high the existence they have seen is.

　　 people, only those who have witnessed a higher level, have experienced a deeper tingling, and have experienced a shallow level again, can always be calm as water.

　　 At this time, Huang Ting saw each other's ups and downs, proud of his identity, and the woman in the same car lifted the curtain, and some people were exclaiming.

　　 After all, the women in this car are not bad in appearance, and they may be lovers in some people's hearts.

　　 Monk Heming heard Huang Ting’s self-report of his family, and he also heard other people’s comments. He said: "In the eyes of the Buddha family, everyone is equal. The little monk listens to the benefactor, and feels that your Huang family is better than a royal family. Better than heaven and heaven."

　　As soon as he said this, the others took a deep breath.

　　 Even though the people of North County are free now, supported by the princes, families, and courts, the royal family is still superior and cannot be desecrated, otherwise it will be punished by the law.

　　 It can be said that the words of Monk Heming have a conscience.

　　 "Presumptuous!" Huang Ting's expression changed when he heard Monk Heming's words. If this were passed on, Huang Ting would not be able to bear the guilt against the sky.

　　 "You, a fake monk, dare to slander my young master so boldly, I think you are tired of living!" The young man immediately stood up and was about to act against Monk Heming.

　　 Monk Heming saw Xiao Si's fist and kicked it directly in the crotch.

　　The demeanor of this foot, other people took a deep breath, and many people even clamped the crotch, and the little boy knelt directly on the ground in pain, unable to even shout.

　　 Huang Ting saw this, his face gloomy: "Fake monk, how dare you commit a crime!"

　　 Monk Heming replied very solemnly: "Amitabha, the benefactor must not be arrogant. Obviously the little monk is self-protection."

　　 Huang Ting's face was black, and he saw Qin Ruoan and Zhang Nanqin behind Monk Heming and said coldly: "It's so kind, even if I dare to stop my Huang's carriage, I will let you know what pain is."

　　Zhang Nanqin suddenly stepped forward, without saying a word, and kicked it directly. Huang Ting hit the carriage, and the sharp corner of the carriage hit the face, and Huang Ting exclaimed in pain. .

　　"Pain?" A fierce light flashed in Zhang Nanqin's eyes. He was not afraid of others threatening him, and he also knew the inferior methods of these brothers.

　　 It can be said that he has seen too much, but Qin Ruoan is behind him. If he doesn't beat this person, he will detour in the future, it will be troublesome.

　　He wants to kill many possibilities first.

　　 The most important thing is that this dispute may be instigated by someone behind him. If Zhang Nanqin does not stand up and speak up, he will always make those who hide in the dark laugh at him. He will use his own means to make those people Understand that even if Zhang Nanqin got down from that high place and stood here, these people still were nothing in his eyes.

　　Zhang Nanqin grabbed Huang Ting’s neck and slammed into the carriage desperately, yelling: "Let me know the pain? Are you in pain now?"

　　 Huang Ting was stupefied by Zhang Nanqin's unexpected methods. And the impact pain from his head made him wailing.

　　 "My son, please be forgiving and forgiving." A woman who raised the curtain on the carriage said in a cold voice.

　　 "Say this to Xiaoye now?" Zhang Nanqin's performance was sullen, and he sneered: "Why was it not this attitude before? The Huang family? How can it?"

　　 said this sentence so lightly, the eyelids of Zhang Nanqin and others jumped.

　　 "My son, misfortune comes from the mouth." The woman still didn't give up and wanted Zhang Nanqin to stop.

　　 "Then you think with his temperament, if I let him go, will he retaliate against me?" Zhang Nanqin asked suddenly, and everyone was taken aback by this sentence.

　　Everyone who knows Huang Ting knows that he has always been domineering in academy, and some people look at the face of their father or family and will tolerate it. And some people just choose to go around.

　　 "Since he wants to retaliate against me, why should I let him go?" After Zhang Nanqin finished speaking, he pulled Huang Ting's hair up and stared at Huang Ting with sharp eyes: "Do you really want to retaliate against me?" "

　　 Huang Ting looked at Zhang Nanqin’s eyes, he wanted to resist, but those powerful hands pulled his hair, which was painful, but his eyes were full of hatred~IndoMTL.com~Don’t say? "Zhang Nanqin smiled indifferently, and suddenly pressed his hand down again, Huang Ting rubbed his face against the carriage and screamed.

　　 "Madman, you are a madman!" Huang Ting no longer has the kind of bearing of a family prince, but wailes.

　　 "By the way, Xiaoye is a lunatic." Zhang Nanqin still smiled, but this smile was a devil in the eyes of others, and even the woman in the carriage trembled in her heart.

　　 Half of Huang Ting's face was rubbed off. It can be said that this is the ultimate control of power.

　　 For Zhang Nanqin, this Huang family dares to act as a **** for those people, so he will not be soft, he will step on the bones of these people and climb up a little bit.

　　 There are also people gloating over misfortunes. Their eyes are full of relief. It can be seen that they are usually students who have been bullied by Huang Ting.

　　 The little girl didn't know when to climb to the other side of the carriage, and he secretly took out the sound transmission stone to transmit the sound.

　　 Zhang Nanqin's gaze looked over, Xiao Ying's body trembled, as if it was involved in the lower body, and the pain made him burst into tears, but Zhang Nanqin said: "Master, I'm waiting here, don't let me down ."

　　"Brother."

　　 Qin Ruoan’s voice came. Zhang Nanqin took a look, then sent it to the wailing Huang Ting and said: "I am waiting for your revenge."

　　 This sentence is extremely arrogant, and many people are beginning to guess Zhang Nanqin’s identity.

　　Zhang Nanqin walked to Qin Ruoan's side and pushed the wheelchair, Qin Ruoan said, "It's enough."

　　 Zhang Nanqin raised his head after hearing this, and through the gate of the academy, on the upper floor of the nine-story pagoda in the middle, two people were standing on it, enjoying a panoramic view of what happened here.

　　 The corner of his mouth smiled slightly: "A little Huang's family dare to ride up and slap it directly."